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chapter 99

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Damian’s POV

The cemetery was almost empty that morning. A soft mist hung in the air like breath caught between grief and memory. I hadn’t planned this visit. I wasn’t even sure what I expected to find. Maybe answers. Maybe closure. But as I stood at the edge of Alexander Blackstone’s grave, all I felt was a hollow ache carving itself deeper into my chest.

The name etched in granite read:

Alexander Reed Blackstone

Beloved Husband, Devoted Father, Visionary Leader

Father.

The word felt like ash in my mouth.

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my coat, my eyes locked on the polished stone. The world was quiet out here, unnaturally so—like even the wind knew not to speak. For a long while, I just stood there. No words. No movement. Only silence. And in that silence, everything I’d buried clawed its way up.

I remembered how he used to sit in his study, drinking scotch from that crystal tumbler like it was wisdom in a glass. How he’d nod in silent approval when I got top grades or landed
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